“Well, it’s not exactly bridal white, but I have to say, this outfit suits you.”

 “Mmmppphhh!!!” Sarah grunted angrily into her gag. The “outfit” she was wearing could only be called that in the loosest terms. It certainly failed to cover any of the parts she felt an outfit should. The white leather and steel corset reached up just far enough to push up her large, perky breasts leaving them entirely uncovered. Down below, it cut off just above the waist, leaving nothing between it and the hem of her stockings. She was shamefully aware the neatly shaven lips of her sex were completely on display.

 Between those and a pair of white heels were the most normal of her garments. A pair of white leather cuffs were strapped around her ankles, joined by a short chain. Behind, her arms were crushed into a tight leather armbinder of similar material. A white leather harness encircled her head, holding a large ballgag between her teeth. In deference to tradition, a sheer veil was attached to the outside of the strap across her forehead, falling across her face and shoulders.

 The last item of note was the collar around her neck. To this, her companion attached a leather leash. Just as this was accomplished, an organ from the next room over struck up a processional. “That’s the signal, everyone ready?” Behind Sarah, her bridesmaids grunted and shuffled into place. “And here we go…”